He could hear the winds getting stronger outside, the door to go upstairs flew open and the strong winds traveled around the room, knocking a loose beam towards them, he growled and shoved her out of the way, a nail on the end of the beam ripping through his wing then digging into his leg, he groaned, flopping to the ground and ripping the nail from his leg, blood oozing from the wound, he stood back up, his right wing dragging behind him as he limped up the stairs, closing the door again.

"Chris!" she called, running over to him. She plastered bandages onto his wounds and hugged him tight. "While you were out, I dug this." she pointed to an underground hole with all of their stuff inside it. "Incase the weather comes back, this is a definite chance of survival."